Back In Office - Saba & No I.D.

-From the private collection of Saba & No I.D. Directed and Edited by: Ian Lipton Director of Photography: Elijah Guess Executive Producer: Krista Worby Producer: Kaytee Cornine 1st AD: Robert Blair II 1st AC: Carolina Rodriguez Gaffer: Michael Roseman ACLT: Emma Barda Key Grip: Annie Williams Best Grip: Kendyll Bursch Production Assistant: Kevin Maldonado Color Grade: Nick Lindell-Wright @ Ethos Studio Styling by: Rosalinda Ruiz Management: Cristela Rodriguez “Back In Office“ Written by Saba Produced by No I.D. Recording Engineer: Tru Mix Engineer: Justin Batad [Lyrics] Young Sabastian, back in office Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer Cristela where we at? Declining offers I hear niggas rap and can make salsa Tomato Tomato it’s all sauce less This feel like draino to y’all faucets Superhero, this my negro solstice flow They hear my shit and then adopt it like a foster home My granny working hard, the main person I call up on Gold chain hang from my collar bone I was the same guy in her college dorm And I ain’t never had a college dorm Body like a bottle and her skin tone terracotta I’m from Chicago, we invented mobsters Some call me Saba, others call me Saba As long as it’s love it’s not a problem I fillet a voyeur, like I’m Oscar de la Hoya Fuck is y’all looking at? Hot potato oil, I can fry the game or boil They like fuck is y’all cooking crack? Got niggas asking, is it jazz or is it rap? I’m a bit imaginative I’m where the ribbon at In the sky I could write like Jack Kerouac I can say anything, it don’t even have to match I can wear anything, it don’t even have to match When it comes to rap peers, I don’t even have a match Like a smoker looking for a light patting they jacket flaps Raised by the old school gpa in a cadillac That’s Young Sabastian, back in office Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer Cristela where we at? Declining offers This is for the amateurs, this is what a master raps Some of them not amateurs, but next to me they sound like that My city like Gotham, but no I am not Ben Affleck Turn your head into a fraction, yeah they will take half of that I am not a hunter but I grew up in that habitat Life a uphill battle, but for me was more a avalanche Stacking up the bread now I need everything I haven’t had Milli after milli, y’all gone hear me like i’m Bangladesh Cole passed on this beat back in 2009 I was but a young lad waiting to have my time knew that one day my story’d be celebrated I guess I’m still waiting, so fuck it imma take it Love myself enough, I can dodge thru the stunts Acting like a ruler but could never measure up Knew myself enough I never questioned what I was Manifested paradise and I was in the hood 10 years plus now I been this good Honey on me now she heard about the buzz Sign should say keep out the dogs on a hunt Labels tryna reach out, that’s every other month Young Sabastian, back in office Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer Cristela where we at? Declining offers I hear niggas rap tell em take caution “Back In Office“ Written by Saba and Ernest Wilson Produced by No I.D. Instagram // Twitter // Facebook // Twitch // Apple Music // SoundCloud // Spotify // Tidal //